Last night we went out shopping because I’m still trying to find a few things for my upcoming trip to Miami. Right now the focus of my quest is to find a formal blusa. Nothing I have feels quite right.
After trying on a dozen blusas and shaking my head in disgust at each one, I accepted defeat for the evening. On our way to the exit, we passed the Men’s Department, and something on the display table caught my eye.
I forgot all about my quest for a formal blusa and held the green Mexico T-shirt up to myself, deciding that I wanted it right then and there.
“Nene, comprame este?” I said, giving him my sweetest smile.
My husband, already halfway to the door, turned around, looked at the shirt and scowled.
“Come on! I really like it!”
“No way!…Traitor. You like Mexico more than El Salvador.”
“Are you serious?”
“There’s no El Salvador shirt here, come on.”
“It’s only $7 and I really want it, please?”
“When I die you’re going to marry a Mexican.”
“What?!… It’s just a shirt! You’re celoso of a SHIRT?”
My husband crossed his arms over his chest.
“Come on,” I pleaded. “Look, there’s a shirt for England. You can buy that and wear it, I won’t care.”
“Not the same,” he said, turning and heading for the exit.
I folded the shirt neatly, and placed it back on the display table… but I will return later.
Song: Celos, performed by MEXICAN group. BANDA ORIGINAL DEL SOL
… Jijiji :)